The 33-meter-tall pyramid-shaped Jingguan is eerie and terrifying, covered with black crows, and is feasting on it. These green-eyed crows were so bold that when they saw so many people coming, they still pecked at the rotting flesh as if no one was around. One of the big crows with shiny fur raised its head and stared at the approaching crowd, hissing and holding half a cloudy eyeball on its shiny black beak!

Suleiman only felt a cool breath rise from his tail vertebrae, and he stiffened in an instant! Meng Gejire, who had experienced a hundred battles and had been soaked in countless blood, did not lose his temper, but he couldn't help but take a step back and looked at Hua Houwei in surprise: "Your Royal Highness, is it? Is Tenofsky really?"

Niu Yaowu stood beside Hua Houwei respectfully, heard Meng Gejire's words, looked at Hua Houwei, Hua Houwei nodded, he straightened his chest, and looked at the momentum of the world: "The top is that idiot Tenovsky!"

Montgogire didn't think there was anything wrong with Niu Yaowu's attitude, but asked with interest, "Excuse me, how did you do it?"

Niu Yaowu thought for a moment, and replied proudly: "Lost 5,000 kilograms of ammunition, damaged 358 light machine guns, 23 mortar mounts, destroyed 98 light machine gun barrels, 10 Storm gun barrels, 58 people were wounded, battle damage, uh, zero people!"

"What!" Hua Houwei and Mont Gogire screamed at the same time! The two glanced at each other, Meng Gejire made a gesture of please, and Hua Houwei slapped him menacingly: "Bastard thing! That's it, all the family has been lost! Well, but not a single brother died, and you kid was careful! Yes, I'm waiting for Lao Tzu to clean you up and teach you how to fight!"

Ignoring the strangeness of Hua Houwei's attitude, Montgogire immediately asked, "Are you sure no one died?"

Niu Yaowu replied proudly, "Not bad! In this advantageous situation, if there is any more battle damage, it will be ashamed of the teachings of the prince!"

Montgogire couldn't believe it: "Impossible! When pigs fly! You're lying! That's hussars! The hussars who crisscrossed Europa, the hussars who never suffered defeat!"

Niu Yaowu pouted: "Hussars? Is it the kind of birdman with two sticks stuck in his back and pretending to be wings? Your Majesty the Sultan, as long as the ammunition is sufficient and the equipment is good, this so-called hussar is only a target for the brethren to shoot!"

Montgogire suddenly turned around and slapped his attendant hard, and asked viciously, "Does it hurt?"

The attendant didn't understand what Montgogire meant, and replied loudly with tears in his eyes, "It doesn't hurt!"

Hua Houwei couldn't stand it anymore, and reached out to stop the big hand that Meng Gejire raised again: "Sultan, this is not a dream! In front of your eyes, there is indeed a miracle that more than 2,000 people have been annihilated by 100,000 people, and there is no loss of their own. However, in your opinion, it is a miracle, but in my opinion, it only fulfills the most basic requirements."

Montgogire was ferocious, drew his squire's scimitar, and slashed the squire. Looking at the attendant who was lying in a pool of blood and twitching, he nodded: "That's right, it's not a dream!"

Suleiman finally moved his hands and slowly walked to Montgogire's side: "Montgogire, you should be glad that our allies have such a powerful and unrivaled force." After speaking, he turned to look at Niu Yaowu: "This honorable commander, can you tell me the secret of your victory?" It's not how to destroy them, it's how to stop them from escaping! You know, the war horses of these hussars are the perfect combination of speed and strength after the combination of Arabian blood horses and Western European heavy horses!"

Niu Yaowu didn't want to talk about specific tactics, fearing that if there was a conflict with Osman one day, he might make the opponent guard. Hua Houwei smiled and kicked Niu Yaowu: "What does it mean to keep pace with the times? Yaowu, there are no immutable tactics in the world, and the Sultan is also an ally of the Ming Dynasty, so there is nothing that cannot be said!"

Niu Yaowu immediately understood, and bowed slightly to apologize: "That's the case, I..."

Suleiman was silent for a long time before he sighed: "I thought that Tenovsky was in vain, but now I know that he lost unjustly!" Mr. Niu, would you like to be a general of the Ottoman Guards? I am willing to exchange you for 200,000 gold dinars, and besides, your family can all migrate to the Ottomans and become a member of the nobility. Oh, if you will,

You're the Count."

Hua Houwei looked at Niu Yaowu with a smile, and Niu Yaowu rejected Suleiman without thinking: "I'm sorry, I can't accept your kindness."

"Wait a minute! Mr. Niu, I am very sincere. What are your concerns? Prince, will you stop Mr. Niu?"

Hua Houwei shook his head: "No need. Sultan, you don't understand the Chinese, as long as the motherland needs us and gives us the space we need, we will never leave China for something better!"

Suleiman was stunned for a moment: "China? Isn't it the Ming Empire?"

Hua Houwei laughed, put his hands behind his back and replied proudly, "China! The Ming Empire is just a part of Chinese history, and I am proud to be a Chinese! Don't understand? Oh, Suleiman, you are a learned man, and you should know that your ancestors came from the East. Jieli Khan, Tuli Khan, and Tongye Hu are familiar, right? The Eastern and Western Turks are just a piece of the history of your Turks, and the current Ottomans are not also Turks? So is there any conflict between China and the Ming Dynasty?"

Suleiman suddenly said, "Understood! Well, Mr. Niu, what do you think?"

Niu Yaowu smiled, his smile was so proud and so bright: "China, a great country that has been up and down for 5,000 years. And I am just an insignificant Han among China's billions of trillions of monarchs. But I am willing to shed my blood for my China! Thank you for the attention of His Majesty the Sultan, I have followed the prince in this life, for the ancestors, for the future generations, for China, and I will die without regrets! I'm sorry!"

Niu Yaowu is still not used to Hua Houwei's proposal of China, but the heart of the fist can be seen by the sun and the moon. Su Laiman looked at Hua Houwei and Niu Yaowu in a daze, and only nodded in praise for a while: "Okay! My original hometown turned out to be such a great country! Mr. Niu, my promise remains the same, as long as you want to come, everything will come according to today's conditions! Prince, I think I need to reacquaint myself with the Ottoman homeland, can you tell me about it?"

Hua Houwei smiled and nodded: "Of course you can! The Turks originated from Rouran, and their ancestral surname was Ashina. During the Northern and Southern Dynasties of the Central Plains, the Turks became a country, and the unified desert overwhelmed the Central Plains. Even at the end of the Sui Dynasty, the Eastern Turks intervened in the struggle for hegemony in the Central Plains and were defeated by Li Shimin, Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, and Jieli Khan was killed. The descendants of the Western Turkic Emperor Yehu were defeated by the Tang Dynasty, and a group of Turkic people moved westward. I don't know anything else, you should know, right?"

Suleiman's eyes lit up and he murmured, "My ancestors are so glorious! Why are there no records in the annals of the palace? Well, this one doesn't matter, the Ottomans originated from the Seljuks, and the Seljuks originated from the Turkic Oghuz tribal confederation. After the establishment of the Seljuk Empire, there were ups and downs in the middle, and finally there was the Ottoman Empire. Prince, I'm going to visit my homeland, is that okay?"

Hua Houwei nodded: "Yes, the grassland and the Central Plains are no longer enemies, but if you want to find your clansmen, I'm afraid you will be disappointed." Okay, after the matter here is dealt with, you can travel with me to the Ming Empire. Now on to Poland!"

Suleiman was a little unhappy in his heart, talking about such a thing next to such a terrifying battlefield ruins, isn't this an alliance under the city? But the tall Jingguan always reminded him that the prince of the Ming Empire in front of him had the power to destroy the world. I had to bow slightly: "Okay, I think the strength of the Ming Empire allows it to have the right of first refusal, Möngkejire Khan, what do you think?"

Montgogire nodded, "Yes, strength is the only measure of truth, and I think even Zygmunt standing here would have to agree with that."

Hua Houwei smiled with satisfaction, this is the reason why he took the risk of contracting illness and had to come to see the battlefield. Sure enough, no amount of justice and temptation can compare to the deterrent power of Jingguan. He nodded, "Of course! The Ming Empire is in charge, but it also needs to take care of the thoughts and needs of our allies, we are allies, friends, not master and servants!"

Suleiman felt a little more comfortable in his heart, and sure enough, strength is the only criterion for measuring the truth, and Osman still has strength. He smiled and nodded, "Thank you for your kindness, the Ottomans don't ask for much, only the land of the Galridge line. And, of course, reparations."

Montgogire immediately continued, "Peryasslavl, as long as this is it. I'm not greedy."

Hua Houwei nodded: "Okay then, I think

Zygmunt will send someone to negotiate with us soon, and I will do my best to meet everyone's requests. Let's go, it doesn't taste good!"

The tragic battle of the Black Blood Plains finally ended perfectly, and the Ming Dynasty finally effectively shocked the Ottomans and made Suleiman understand who was the boss. And the Ottomans are not at a loss, the leftovers thrown out by the Ming Dynasty are enough for Suleiman to stabilize his rule and brush up on the presence of a wave of sultans; Montgogire was even cheaper for nothing, and he also came up with the idea of hugging his big thick legs. The only unfortunate thing was the Polish-Lithuanian alliance, which was about to lose a small amount of land, but it exposed the capital of Kiev to Ottoman and Crimean forces.

Sure enough, Kiev quickly sent an envoy, and the annihilation of Tenovsky's corps greatly shocked Zygmunt, who no longer dared to send the remaining elite to the battlefield. It was the president of the Senate, Serciac, who was now a hypocrite and had lost his legislative power, so Sigismunt did not have any good intentions and sent Serchiak to delay the pace of the Triple Alliance, so that Maximilian I of the Holy Roman Empire could react.